On a storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing
The spray hung like jewels in her hair
And the sea tore the rocks on the desolate landing
As though it had known she stood there;

For she has gone down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed out last Wednesday morning
And it's feared she's gone down with all hands;

Oh and white were the wavecaps and wild was their parting
Such is the glory of love
And she prayed to the gods both of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets on her man;

There's a school on a hill where the sons of dead sailors
Are led toward tempests and gales
And their god-given wings are clipped close to their bodies
And their eyes abound round with ship's sails

What force leads a man to a life filled with danger
High on seas or a mile underground
It's when need is his master and poverty's no stranger
And there's no other work to be found;

For she has gone down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed out last Wednesday morning
And it's feared she's gone down with all hands.

Oh! De Hoffnung wör hunnert Dag ünner wegs
Ch: To me way hay ho, howday!
Se seilt von Hamborg na Valparais',
Ch: Oh! A long time ago!

Se seilt goot un se seilte hart,
Se harr so'ne gode un kostbare Fracht.

Un as de Ool nu flucht un gnattert,
Dor keem de Düvel över de Reeling klattert.

"Wenn mi in tein Dag nen Kanal du bringst,
Denn krigst mien Seel, so waar as du stinkst."

De Pott Peep negentein Milen toletzt,
Dor harr de Duvel de skyseils bisett.

Un as se nu kemen in'n Kanal to Stell,
Dar seggt de Düvel, "Nu her mit de Seel!"

Dar seggt de Ool, "Nu lot di man tiet,
Wi goot to Anker bi Cape St. Patrick."

De Düvel de weet vör Freid ganz weg,
He peep op de Back, sett den Anker op slip.

De old Timm'mann harr grote Freid,
He harr den Düvel sien'n Steert mitvertaut.

Un as de Anker nu suust an den Grund,
Suust de Düvel mit, disse Swienehund.

Ch: Hooray you roller, bowler;
To my hi rig-a-jig and a ha ha
Good morning ladies all

O the first time that I saw her
Ch: Hooray you roller, bowler;
O the first time that I saw her, 'twas down in Playhouse Square
Ch: To my hi rig-a-jig and a haha
Good morning ladies all.

As I walked out one morning...
As I walked out one morning, down by the river side...

O ladies short and ladies tall
O ladies short and ladies tall, I love them all